It's 9:44pm and in a mere 6 hours we will be out the door. Moments later, B will voluntarily hurl himself into the icy waters of the Columbia Triathlon (voluntarily!!). What happens after that is a bit unpredictable, but sure to be incredible, and immediately after all the noble feats of strength and masochism, we're catching a shower at Sherm's (or hosing off in her yard. Whichever.) then flying to Utah to meet my folks, do the north rim, and a whole bunch of other ongoing insanity that I'll tell you about when we return. Tata!